I need a silent piano
I need the neighbour to F**ing wear earplugs
I need the guard to realise the pettiness of his job
I need to stop tearing on touching songs
I need to get a 9 - 5 (literally!) job that doesn't seem to exist
I need to get pass what this moronic world is like
n listen to wat the saints hafta say sometimes
so that i too, can be sane.
I need to stop wishing what I need
n instead, get some well-deserved sleep
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
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2 comments:
last 2 lines rhyme!
yipee!! :|
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